Go figure dude...I wasn't even trying!

I'm a Honda S2000!

You live on the edge, and you live for the adrenaline rush. You don't need luxuries, snob appeal, or superfluous gadgets. You put your top down, get your motor revving, and take all the curves that life throws at you at full speed. So what if you spin out occasionally?

Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

Doubleheader!

The Sign of the Frisbee

A beckon and call,
To one and to all:
"Come to the circle and play."

"Lets play the night away,"
At the circle they'll say,
Where often the sign is found.

Where great friends abound,
With much melodious sound,
There you will see the sign.

As it soars with a whine,
That is quite almost divine,
This phantom of field an fen.

A zephyr uniting kith and ken,
A banshee dividing the boys from the men,
This disc all aglow from the light.

And so they'll play hard and fight,
With sweat and toil late into the night,
To merely touch that which they cherish.

And those who are strong will flourish,
Appeasing the need which they nourish,
As they capture the disc for their own.

Play like it's all you've ever known,
Running hard with your hair windblown,
Simply to play, win or lose.

Your team of friends you didn't chose,
Your opponents, playing with different views,
A different battle each time 'tis fought.

Respect and honor is what is sought,
For the disc brings out much thought,
On many things other than sport.

Such things of an interesting sort,
To awaken a man, though he a mort,
Is the delicate task we undertake.

This disc and these friends, for their sake,
To keep them, many sacrifices we'd make,
And THAT is the sign of the Frisbee.

Coffeecups and Sunbeams

Coffeecups and Sunbeams

As I lay down upon the floor,
To read of Jeeves, and Wooster;
A bright sunbeam my back did tour,
Lighting dust missed by the duster.

And when it shone upon my mug,
An amber gold my coffee turned;
Distracting me from some poor pug,
Running a race it had not earned.

Oasis in a white desert,
Brown coffee above the carpet,
I love coffee, I do assert,
When the sun makes it its target.

So I'll always wonder and gaze,
When sunbeams set my cup ablaze.

A Brief Note

Just a brief note to clue y'all in that I'll be signing any comments as 'A Scottish Whisperer.' A mere heads-up.

Great Thanks!

Like the new look? So do I, and must give great credit where great credit is due. :-) Please join me in thanking my very good friend Kelly (http://www.livingbygrace.blogspot.com) for her exercising her talents on my behalf. What an awesome gift. Thanks again Kelly!

Title request...

Greetings best beloved [readers], I'm thinking of rendering another atempt at eloquentry in sonnet form and would be interested in y'all's ideas for a title. Simple as that. Nothing more to add, etc. Let me know, and all that, as it were. Tootlepip 'n ta-ta.

Another favorite song

Distressing Disguise--Michael Card. A favorite song of mine, enjoy!

He is in the pain, He is in the need
He is in the poor, we are told to feed
Though He was rich, for us He became poor
How could He give so much, what was it for?

In His distressing disguise
He waits for us to surmise
That we rob our brothers by all that we own
And that's not the way He has shown

Every time a faithful servant serves
A brother that's in need
What happens at that moment is a miracle indeed
As they look to one another in an instant it is clear
Only Jesus is visible for they've both disappeared

He is in the hand that reaches out to give
He is in the touch that causes men to live
So speak with your life now as well as your tongue
Shelter the homeless, take care of the young

In His distressing disguise
He hopes that we'll realize
That when we take care of the poorest of them
We've really done it to Him